Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rubbed my fingers over my eyes, groaning into my hands. What the fuck was I doing? I was in way over my head, and I had no idea what was going on. I felt like I’d tried to sail the Atlantic in a dingy and suddenly realised what a fucking stupid idea this was.
How the fuck had I thought I could keep feelings out of this?
There was a whole category of books and films that told me why hooking up with your friend was never a good idea. But, as usual, I’d just thought with my dick.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Well it was too late to turn back now. Might as well go down with the ship. Or dingy in my case.
I looked around Simon’s room, trying to distract myself, when the drawer in his bedside table caught my eye. It was half-open, and through the gap I could see all manner of brightly coloured, fun looking things. I shifted on the bed, sliding closer to the drawer. I knew it was wrong to snoop, but Simon had left the drawer open, and surely it wouldn’t hurt to have a peek?
I knew he had toys. Lots of them, if the packet of batteries he’d ordered when we first started hooking up was any indication, but he’d still never let me see them. And I desperately wanted to know what he had.
Mostly because I wanted to use them to turn him into a little pile of whimpering, pleading goo. Edging guys was always so much more fun with a vibrator or two, and I knew Simon would make the prettiest noises.
The shower was still running, so I carefully opened the drawer an inch or two farther, dropping off the bed and onto my knees so I could examine its contents more closely.
“Oh, Simon,” I muttered, a knowing smile curling across my lips. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
There were at least three dildos in the drawer, each a different length and thickness, but all looked as if they vibrated. A couple of prostate massagers, a magic wand, and a small vibrating egg toy sat alongside them, along with several butt plugs. Tucked at the back of the drawer was a Fleshjack, although it didn’t look as if it got much use. I guessed that since Simon preferred to bottom, he tended to use one of his many dildos or massagers to masturbate with instead.
A wicked idea dawned on me, filling me with glee.
I quickly pushed the drawer closed before standing up and hurrying into my room. The shower had stopped running. I knew I only had a couple of minutes. I pulled open my wardrobe, grabbed the box I kept tucked away at the back, behind all my shoes and the other junk that littered the wardrobe floor, and dropped it on the bed. I sorted through the selection of sex toys and lube until I found what I wanted: a soft pair of padded cuffs.
They weren’t the expensive, custom kind, but they were still pretty nice and were comfortable to wear for a while. Plus, they were easy to put on and remove, and were connected by a short chain that easily unclipped from each cuff to allow you to easily move and position the person you were restraining. I’d used them with a couple of different guys in the past and never had any complaints. One guy had even asked where I’d gotten them because he wanted to get some for himself.
They were perfect for my plans.
Leaving the open box on the bed, I carefully slipped back into Simon’s room, putting the cuffs under his pillow and out of sight before resuming my seat on the bed as if nothing had happened. Pulling out my phone I did a quick last check in case my plea for help had been answered, but there was nothing, so I figured I was on my own.
“You okay?” Simon asked as he stepped through the door, dressed in an old pair of jogging bottoms and a clean t-shirt. I always thought it was adorable he felt the need to get dressed before he left the bathroom, even if he was just coming back to his bedroom.
“Of course.” I looked up at him and smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seemed kind of nervous earlier.”
“I’m fine,” I said, even though that wasn’t completely true. I was trying to fool myself as much as I was trying to fool him. “This is for you.” I pointed to the black bag next to me in an attempt to change the subject.
“You didn’t have to do that you know.”
“I know, but I wanted to. My motives were purely selfish if you must know,” I said as Simon carefully scooped the layer of black tissue paper from the top.
“Holy shit!” Simon said. “Are you sure this is all for me?”
“Of course.” A little ball of warmth flickered to life in my chest. Surely guys had bought Simon presents before. He was too sweet not to spoil rotten.
Simon shook his head in disbelief as he reverently lifted the three packages of tissue paper and ribbon onto the bed. I’d been asked if I wanted my purchases gift wrapped, and I’d said yes without really thinking about it. Now I was glad I had because the look on Simon’s face was utterly priceless, and it made the ball in my chest burn brighter.
“Can I open them?” he asked, and I couldn’t help chuckling because he was adorable as fuck.
“Of course. I didn’t buy them for you to look at.”
He stared at them for a moment, like he wasn’t sure whether to open them or not. It was almost as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real. Then he picked up the largest of the three and
